
In Indonesia, Jason was driving his car at a moderate speed. A day of struggling with numbers and reports made his head hurt.
Since there was no Andy and Harada in recovery, he was the one responsible for the company
Today Jason deliberately slowed down the speed of his car. Opens the windows of his car, enjoying the cold night breeze. Look at the street lights that look so beautiful to him tonight.
CIT!!!
Jason stepped on the brake deeply because suddenly there was a woman passing in front of his car.
The woman stopped in front of Jason's car with a gasp. He quickly went to the passenger door next to the driver and got into Jason's car without permission.
Visual Jason mom change, yeah...
"Help me, please" he said, clenching his hands together. "Please get me out of here. They're chasing me. Get me down anywhere, but please get me out of here."
The woman's body trembled in fear. She only wears a tank top and a short skirt showing her skin full of bruises. His head kept moving around.
Jason turned around. He picked up his jacket in the back seat and handed it to the woman. "Wear this,"
"You?!" Jason recognized the woman. She's the woman who was fighting over the chair at the park that night.
"Help me.." she softly sat down as she saw the people chasing her getting closer.
The look begging the woman made Jason pity and could not bear to refuse.
"What's your name?" jason asked when they were far enough away.
"not important. We will never see each other again" the woman replied weakly.
Jason could see the woman's body trembling. Sweat soaked his forehead even though the car's cooling temperature was quite cold.
"You're feverish. I'm taking you to the hospital."
"No, don't go to the hospital. They'll find me" he replied weakly. His eyes are getting heavy, tired. That's all he feels right now.
The woman raises Jason's jacket, covers his shoulders. Until he finally fell asleep.
Jason stopped in front of the pharmacy. Buy some medicines, needles and also intravenous fluids. He was planning to take this foreign woman to his apartment, so don't let her die there.
*****
Kiara's eyes pricked. Her, that woman's name is Kiara. 27-year-old woman who tortured her husband's family for not being able to give children. Having been unable to bear it, Kiara finally escaped from the large palace owned by her husband.
He held his still throbbing head. Glancing at his painful hand. The infusion needle was stuck there.
His eyes looked around. He's in the bedroom. Definitely the men's bedroom. The masculine fragrance of the perfume of the owner of this room is still left behind.
Slowly he got up, sat himself down and leaned against the headboard. Trying to remember what happened when he ran away.
The twirling of the wedding ring that is still rising on the ring finger with his thumb. Her eyes became hot considering Brandon's treatment of her.
The man did not want to divorce her even though Brandon no longer wanted to be with Kiara who could not get pregnant. Even so with the Brandon family that extends Kiara with disgust because it cannot give offspring to the family.
Brandon prefers to marry another woman and torture her physically and mentally rather than divorce.
Kiara wiped her tears quickly when she saw the door handle move
come up...